Poison Rain Novelas e Histórias

The very air hummed with a deep, unsettling silence, broken only by the weak, rattling cough of a child from within one of the hovels, a sound that spoke of a body losing its fight. They dismounted slowly, their boots sinking into mud that seemed unnaturally sticky and dark. "By the gods," Kael whispered, his face pale as he took in the devastation. "What happened here?" Thane's nostrils flared, his heightened senses bombarded by the pollution. He crouched by the stream, but didn't touch it, his body recoiling slightly from the fumes. "The poison," he said, his voice grim. "It's concentrated. It's like the source vomited its entire contents into the water all at once."

She sobbed and pleaded, "I'm already poisoned! How can you do this to me? "We can't even win against them! If you want to die, go die on your own—why are you dragging me into this?" But her lies were instantly exposed by the enemy wolves standing across from them. "You're still carrying that witch in your mouth? Guess we really did catch the wrong mate of yours!" One of them sneered and added, "You got played, Louis. She tricked you into thinking she was poisoned. When we caught her, she sold out your Luna just to save her own life."

was the first one’s response. He placed his finger on the page and instantly the inky blackness melted away, revealing the inside of Poisonous Poison’s bar. It was a place where beings like her went when they wanted alcohol to drink or something more, away from prying eyes. That’s something more was literally poison. You see, Poison was one of the mutated people created after a chemical explosion spread DNA-altering rain and fog all over the world. She developed a poisonous touch due to the DNA mutation.

The six stumbled backward, shielding their eyes, and swung their own flashlights toward the source. Ray stepped into view. But unlike them—clutching kitchen knives, hammers, or screwdrivers—Ray held something else in his other hand… a water gun. A water gun? The six men almost laughed. Was he planning to squirt them to death? In the next instant, Ray "fired." Small projectiles shot out with terrifying speed, striking their faces, arms, and necks. An intense, searing pain erupted instantly. "Yoowch!" "This is… poison water! From the toxic hail!"

even after restraining myself from thinking about him, I still fall asleep dreaming about those grey eyes. Christopher's mesmerizing grey eyes. The Devil's mesmerizing grey eyes. ____ Dark knight club has always been packed up with a wild crowd. And people here aren't the normal ones, they are mostly those who are involved in illegal businesses. Starting from smuggling of drugs to human trafficking and even worse. You would hardly find any innocent soul in here. you can say that it is a hangout place for all the criminals around the state. I take a sip from my whiskey glass sitting on one of the bar stools. At one of the corners, I can see a bunch of teenagers getting high on drugs, losing t

Kiara The rain had come the night before, after Ryden had left me, not the gentle, whispering kind, but the relentless, pounding sort that drowned out all other sounds. It hammered against the slate rooftops of the palace, cascaded down its pale limestone walls in shimmering sheets, and pooled in the ornamental gardens below, turning the crushed quartz pathways into glistening silver veins. By dawn, the skies had emptied themselves, leaving behind a world washed clean, the air crisp with the scent of rain-soaked lavender and wet stone.

The specific scent of his cologne mixed with autumn air. The brushstroke wavered again became a muddy smudge. I stepped back, gripping the brush like a weapon. "Work,"I whispered to the empty room. "Just work." I turned to a half finished piece from weeks before a swirl of cool blues and grays. I had called it Equilibrium. I tried to lose myself in blending it. My hand jerked severally, A slash of pure, violent phthalo blue cut across the delicate gradients, ruining the composition. A gasp escaped me. It was a perfect metaphor for everything. Austin had ruined the composition of my life.

Deep down, a voice kept warning me that there was no way things would be this simple. And sure enough, it wasn’t. Perhaps because of the constant cycle of scorching heat and deadly cold, the sky suddenly began pouring corrosive acid rain. The storm instantly extinguished the fragile hope people only just regained. So, the disappearance of the zombies really had been connected to this rain. To test how dangerous it was, I once tossed a piece of raw meat outside. The moment it touched the rain, white smoke immediately began rising from its surface. Within moments, the meat completely dissolved into a puddle of bloody sludge.

Nephele said, “My whole body, from my fingernails to the strands of my hair, as well as everything I’m wearing at the moment, contains high toxicity poison.” Grayson abruptly stood up, looked at his palms somewhat in a panic, and noticed they were left unscathed. He immediately returned to his prideful self, saying, “Did you trick me? Do you really think I’d be frightened by that?” Nephele proudly said, “It’s a type of slow poison. You’ll know just how painful it’ll be soon.” Storm was so flustered and exasperated by her that he lifted his leg, preparing to land a kick on Nephele. “You dare plot such dirty tricks against us? Watch how I’ll teach you a lesson!”